Last night was the 15th annual Halloween night. While sanding in the pitch dark waitting for the
sign in to start everybody knew my name. First was a rider that lives on the other side of my street
and down a few houses. I think I see this dude about 3 times a year. Once in april right after I won
a Nobra race and then rode the 6 miles home not wanting to wait for my wife to get out of work to
pick me and the bike up. 2nd guy worked in 3 LBS's and now working at Home Depot. 3rd was the owner
of one of those LBS's and he puts on the ride. Now this dude can be in any type of situation and I
can be undercover and he still spots me in any place. The 4th guy was the 2nd place winner of that
NOBRA race. I hear don't I know you ya you beat me in that race. I change the Subject fast and start
with what you do to your bike now. See this dude is a forever switching parts. The bike is a TREK V
frame that didn't last but a few years due to frame breakage. This kid thinks every thing is a race.
Someone yells don't let the park range hear you call it that. The ride starts and classes get
pointed out. I pick expert and what a mess. Trail gridlock so I take a break and wait it out. Here
come some end of the liners and they say who that. Just me Fred ,oh. I head down the marked trail
and I say to myself I know where I'm at. Its a stone foundation of a house from way back. I hear
from behind me hes up a head. I head for the sign out list and hme but not in the dark but in the
car where nobody know me the wife is driving and it her car.
MTB Ride hard die free.